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Curse of a Nice Guy

You ever notice how most people around you are, in the illustrious words of Dr. Cox, “bastard coated bastards with bastard filling?” It seems as if everyone is so self-involved that they would no sooner run you down so they don’t have to wait 5 minutes for the light to turn again. I just can’t act like that. I try to be as pleasant and helpful as possible. I do hate people. Don’t get me wrong, I am not fond of people at all, but it doesn’t mean I have to be an ass to them. That is actually kind of confusing now that I think about it, but it works for me so I guess no arguments from this end. It seems like being nice kind of bites you in the ass sometimes. For as many times as I can recall being nice and actually being punished it hasn’t deterred me from continuing in this manner. I like to think of karma as a powerful force. Eventually being a jerk is going to catch up with you. It may not be immediate, but that just means it is going to be all the stronger. I try to build up as much good karma as possible, just in case I do something human. I do think for the rest of my life I am going to be a nice guy. I am going to be that guy who opens your door, lets you get in traffic even though you clearly don’t deserve it, and the guy who doesn’t define women as sex objects. I honestly don’t care if I am perceived as a pussy or whatever, it’s who I am and I think that if more people were nice guys the world would probably be a little more pleasant to live in. It’s probably going to spit in my face more times than not during the life of mine, but you have to be true to yourself, whatever that means.